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Life Choicesexpand_moreTanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.
I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.
We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.
I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.
Even our tenderest buds and shoots endure the late snow.
Chase Twichell
I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.
Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.
I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.
At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.
The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”
The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.
Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.
The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”
How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.
I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.
Amy put her arm around his shoulders. My boy. Isn’t he wonderful?
His eyes always astonish her. Iridescent blue, flecked with black. Her husband was gone, two years later than she should’ve thrown him out.
We pull up alongside the great body. The fin marks the spot.
The hands opened calmly like seeds, endured the passage of time.
The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.
We are good at thinking we can stay. We are good at finding hurt.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
There was nothing sadder than the look of defeat in a man’s eyes.